I collected some hatching eggs, including BarbuD'Uccles, from my friend Jane -
I sheared the lambs, under the Nigel's expert (and patient) tutelage -
Nigel tells me mules (hybrid sheep) are the easiest to shear, temperament-wise. No prizes for guessing which breed he tells me are the worst.
It's a sweaty old job, but very rewarding.
Remind me I said that when I have to shear a whole flock.
I saved the shearling wool and put it in a pillowcase. I popped it in thewashing machine (twice) and have some pretty clean wool -
It's no good for spinning, but I can use it to make pillows, to stuff the cushion covers embroidered by my mother and grandmother.
I gave the guys a hand to run in a few sheds of pheasant chicks, as some rain is on the way. Between us we caught a few escapees and put them back inside to warm up -
While I was dealing with the lambs and the pheasants, the chickens in the incubator hatched -
They're Orpington crosses, for Simon the Gardener. He's had two chicks to placate his broody hen, and I've had three to raise under Barbara the Silkie. She's already tucked them in for the night under her feathery bottom.
She was sitting on three eggs I thought were addled but two seemed like they might potentially hatch. Grandma Brown went broody a few days ago so I've just moved them to her care. We'll wait and see.
On the other end of the chicken spectrum, we processed another couple of meat birds. We could only do two, before the sun set on us -
Tomorrow is our last hatch of pheasant chicks for this year. After hatching, I hope it will be a quiet afternoon.